Winter comes, and winter goes. Like a cleansing breath. One morning we wake, songbirds are already busy and cheeping, forsythias have started to bloom, and you know spring is just along the way, somewhere past the bend. I don’t have many forsythia flowers blooming yet, but I found these sunny spots scattered around my yard, the first signs of spring.
I understand morning glories are often late bloomers, but I only got my first flower about a week ago. It’s nice to continue getting new flowers, though.